#this episode has me so tense it's unbelievable

[groves]

ashton jumping straight into the lava:

fearne ALSO jumping straight into the fucking lava:

[drvirgus]

Memories

Idol! Haerin X Idol! Reader X Idol! Wonyoung

Description: What occurs when the biggest player has to do a variety show with her ex, who dislikes Y/n because she thinks that Reader Cheated, and the person who has taken an interest in Y/n? Will old feelings rekindle, or will new ones develop?

Warnings: Mention of Cheating; Strong Language; Kinda toxic Reader?; Insults;

Chapter: im wrong? (Fully-Written)

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"Out of the way."

Annoyed, Y/n looked up as she heard the all-too-familiar voice. Wonyoung, who had been talking non-stop, immediately stopped. She was holding the small plastic hammer they had used in today's episode. Y/n's eyes narrowed as she looked at her ex-girlfriend.

Her clothes were completely soaked because Haerin had won the game by a landslide, managing to throw water in Y/n's face every time. Haerin simply stared down at the older girl. "Out of the way," she repeated. Y/n hesitated and glanced around. There was plenty of room for Haerin to pass by without any issues.

"H-Hey. No stress, okay? I know you hate each other, but can you at least get along on set?" Wonyoung asked nervously, fiddling with the plastic hammer. Unfortunately, her plea fell on deaf ears as neither of the two women paid any attention to what she was saying.

"So desperate to talk to me?" Y/n asked confidently as she stood up from the floor, a grin spreading across her face as she stared at her ex-girlfriend.

Haerin scoffed, visibly irritated. "Who's desperate? Me?" she asked, her hands briefly balling into fists, her jaw tense. "Who's the one desperately seeking love in strangers' beds?" Haerin sneered, one of her eyebrows arching upwards.

Y/n's eyebrows shot up in shock as she turned to Wonyoung. "You told her?" the Itzy member asked, her eyes wide as she looked at the Ive member. Wonyoung's hands flew up in a panic as she shook her head wildly. Neither of them noticed Haerin's intense gaze.

Haerin's jaw tightened as she nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on the ground. "You're unbelievable," she muttered quietly, then walked past the two idols without another word.

As Haerin walked away, she couldn't help but notice the way Wonyoung's eyes lingered on Y/n. It wasn't just friendly concern; there was something more there. Jealousy twisted in her stomach as she realized Wonyoung was flirting with Y/n. Wonyoung, with her bright smile and easy charm, was clearly trying to get closer to Y/n, and it was working.

Y/n, for her part, was torn. She still harbored deep feelings for Haerin, despite the bitterness and the pain. But Wonyoung's attention was a welcome distraction. There was something undeniably attractive about the Ive member's straightforward interest. Y/n found herself drawn to Wonyoung's enthusiasm and warmth, even as her heart ached for Haerin.

Later, during a break in filming, Wonyoung took the opportunity to sit next to Y/n. "Hey," she said, her tone light and friendly. "You did great today. Even with all the water," she added with a laugh, her eyes sparkling.

Y/n chuckled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thanks. You weren't too bad yourself," she replied, her smile genuine.

Wonyoung leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Maybe we could grab a coffee after this? Just the two of us?"

Before Y/n could respond, Haerin walked by, her expression hardening as she saw the two of them together. The sight of Wonyoung leaning in close to Y/n, her intention clear, made Haerin's blood boil. She clenched her fists, struggling to keep her composure.

Y/n noticed Haerin's reaction out of the corner of her eye, a small part of her feeling satisfaction at the jealousy she saw there. But she pushed those feelings aside, focusing on Wonyoung. "I'd like that," she said, her voice soft.

Wonyoung beamed, her excitement evident. "Great! It's a date, then."

As Wonyoung got up to get a drink, Y/n's gaze followed her briefly before turning to see Haerin watching them from a distance. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Haerin turned away first, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and something she didn't want to admit was jealousy. She still loved Y/n, but seeing her with Wonyoung was a stark reminder of everything that had gone wrong between them.

Y/n watched Haerin walk away, her heart aching. Despite the attraction she felt towards Wonyoung, her feelings for Haerin were still there, raw and powerful. She sighed, knowing that no matter how things progressed with Wonyoung, the shadow of her past with Haerin would always be there, lingering just beneath the surface.

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Since the moment Wonyoung found out that Y/n and Haerin used to be a couple, she made it her mission to ask Haerin for permission. She knew it was silly, but she didn't want to take anything away from anyone. Even if Haerin still had feelings for her ex-girlfriend, Wonyoung would prefer a fair fight.

The Ive idol took a deep breath as the cameras stopped rolling and the staff began slowly but surely clearing the set. Y/n quickly disappeared into the bathroom, but not without letting Wonyoung know first. Wonyoung saw this as the perfect moment to ask Haerin.

"Can we talk?"

Haerin looked up from her bag and saw the much taller woman standing before her. The NewJeans member sighed as she straightened up.

"Of course."

Wonyoung laughed nervously, running her hands through her long hair several times. Her eyes flicked to the door Y/n had gone through to get to the bathroom before focusing back on Haerin. A nervous laugh escaped her throat as she felt her cheeks flush visibly.

"So... uh... I just wanted to say that I like Y/n," she began, the taller of the two blushing as she laughed awkwardly. "I know you think she cheated on you, but—"

"She did cheat on me."

Startled by the interruption, she stared at the younger woman in front of her for a few seconds.

Wonyoung's surprise was evident in her wide-eyed stare. She hadn't expected such a blunt response from Haerin. Clearing her throat, she tried to regain her composure.

"But... are you sure about that?" Wonyoung asked tentatively, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Haerin's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pain crossed her features. "I heard things. Saw things. I know she cheated."

Wonyoung's brows furrowed with concern. "I understand that you're hurt, Haerin, but sometimes things aren't as they seem. Have you ever talked to Y/n about this?"

Haerin shook her head firmly. "I don't need to. I know what I saw."

Wonyoung took a step closer, her eyes filled with empathy. "I get it. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to hear her side of the story. You never know, there might be a misunderstanding."

Haerin's gaze softened slightly, but she remained guarded. "I appreciate your concern, Wonyoung, but this is between me and Y/n. It's not something you need to worry about."

Wonyoung nodded understandingly, though a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. "I understand. Just know that I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to."

With that, Wonyoung gave Haerin a small smile before excusing herself and leaving the room. Haerin watched her go, feeling a twinge of guilt for shutting her down so abruptly. But her pride and hurt still held sway over her, making it difficult to consider any other perspective than her own.

Alone in the room, Haerin's thoughts drifted back to Y/n. Despite her certainty about Y/n's betrayal, there was a small voice in the back of her mind urging her to reconsider. Maybe Wonyoung was right. Maybe she should at least hear Y/n out before making any final judgments.

But for now, Haerin pushed those thoughts aside, burying them beneath layers of hurt and resentment. She wasn't ready to confront the possibility that she might have been wrong all along. Not yet, at least.

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[blessedtobebangtan]

jungkook 3 :D

<3

" don’t you ever raise your voice at me. ”

trigger warning(s): mentions of murder, mafia, brutal beatings, suggestion of sex, cursing, manhandling, yandere themes

word count: 3K

a/n: this might be my last post for a while because i think im beginning to fall back into an episode of depression and i don’t know when i will have the motivation to write again but i mat need to write to feel some normalcy, i guess we’ll just have to see!! but please enjoy and apologies for any spelling errors it’s 2am where i live and im TIRED! also thank you for all of the love on the latest post before this one <3 enjoy and stay safe xoxo

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You brushed through you h/c hair softly as your mind was suspended into nothing. You couldn’t really process anything lately, you were stressed to say the least.

Between work, your boyfriend Jungkook and his work. His foul, inhumane, scarring work. When you met the mysterious, charming man you could never have imagined his day to day life in a million years. From simple meetings of heists and information theft to brutal interrogations performed by his men or commonly himself.

It was still a lot after 3 years because how could it ever not be. No matter what Jungkook did, you adapted. If he needed to go into the field for a mission, you could be left alone for weeks at a time with the company of bodyguards to keep you from harm's way. If an important deal fell through, Jungkook would be so tense and angered, you had to walk on eggshells with everything you did or said. If Jungkook had to go on business to another country, of course he would bring you whether or not you wanted to come, making you fall behind in your own work and having to work twice as hard to be up to speed.

You were drained- mentally, physically and emotionally. You were at a breaking point, you had been for a while, but of course you never spoke your mind in fear of how things would turn out.

“ Y/N ?”

You finished brushing your hair into a convenient bun on the back of your head, “ I’m upstairs.”, you yelled back.

Like tonight, a perfect example. It is 20 minutes after midnight and Jungkook has just strolled into the house without a call, text or a damn email since he left this morning. The problem is he wants everything to be sunshine and rainbows with you without the work of it.

The door of your shared bedroom slowly opened revealing your self-assured, over-achieving boyfriend.

“ Babe ?”

You peaked from the expensively-innovated washroom with an unreadable expression. You locked eyes with him and his eyes showed a kind, sweet gaze even after leaving you worried all day.

He wore all black attire, black denim jeans, black long-sleeved button-up, his signature black combat boots and a leather jacket to top it off. You couldn’t lie- he was unbelievably handsome. Even if you weren’t happy with him, he was still the charmer you met from the beginning.

As your eyes came back up, his eyes were already on you. His eyes locked on the silk, white nightdress you wore that stopped right above your thigh. As his eyes traveled he found himself locked on your hardened nipples that showed perfectly through the silk from the cold breeze. His sweet gaze had turned dark and lustful causing your cheeks to burn up in surprise.

Clearing your throat and smiling awkwardly, Jungkook raised his eyebrow with a smirk that made you melt intensely, “ How was work, today ?”, you asked, turning back to the mirror to take off the remainder of your jewelry.

It was almost silent as his soft hum echoed through the master bedroom, “ It was work, nothing special.”

He told you this, but you knew better. After so many years, you learned to decode his white lies. Nothing special means it was gruesome and violent, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

You rolled your eyes to yourself and sighed, “ Must’ve been a little busy, yeah ?”. So busy, he couldn’t contact you once.

Jungkook sat on the bed pulling off his shoes and shrugged, “ Not really, basically just some paperwork and meetings.”

As you pulled off your diamond necklace, a gift from Jungkook to make up for his childish behavior, you nodded, “ Then maybe I could accompany you since it’s boring as of late.”

It was quiet as you heard him shuffling around. Gently, you placed the necklace into your jewelry box along with your other pieces and wondered how many of the pieces were a genuine gift and how many were an indirect apology from Jungkook.

You slightly jumped and felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around your torso just below your breasts. But, relaxed a bit as Jungkook rested his head on the crook of your neck.

“ Kook, what are you doing ?”, you asked softly, asking a question that wasn’t exactly for this moment in time, but a question for the entirety of your relationship.

“ I was gone all day, I want to hold my baby, is that a crime ?”, his voice smug and proud.

You said nothing, shutting the lid of your jewelry box and looking up at your reflection in the mirror. Jungkook looked into your eyes through the reflection smirking slightly, one of his large hands staying on the cusp of your breasts and the other traveling down your body to rest on your hip.

He changed from his work clothes into a simple pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, all he needed to drive you crazy.

“ I missed you, princess, real bad.”, he whispered and began to leave soft, wet kisses on your exposed neck. Your knees began to go a bit weak and the butterflies in your stomach went wild.

Of course he was being needy when you were fed up with his behavior, could you ever break the cycle ?

It was silent other than your slow inhales and shaky exhales. His hand that sat on your hip began to raise the end of the silk fabric gently.

“ I know you missed me too, baby, you don’t have to be shy.”Jungkook spoke in the voice you heard when he was dealing with a partner and needed to persuade the other party. God, it always works wonders for him. And, now you.

His hand ventured down from the top of your thigh to in-between your legs, his slender fingers pulled at the waistband of your black panties making you gasp lightly at the contact.

“ Kook, we need to have a talk.”, you managed to get out somehow during your trance.

“ We can talk as soon as I get done making up for lost time, princess.”, his words came off his tongue clearly and seductively.

As much as you wanted him to fuck you, your mind caught a glimpse of Jungkook beating up someone for not paying his debt when it was owed. You thought of the beating turning deadly and that maybe this person died after being beaten so brutally. You pictured your boyfriend having his body disposed of and any evidence thrown away. How could you let those same evil hands touch you ? You caught his hand quickly and shook your head at him through the mirror.

“ I'd rather we talk now.”

His hand fell from your body and his arms crossed at your words, a worried expression sketching over his face waiting for you to speak.

In the silence you pondered about whether or not you should speak your mind for once or just apologize and let him have his way. But, the look of concern on his face pushed you over the edge into a pool of confidence.

“ I want you to leave the mafia.”, you said, turning from the mirror and looking up at him with soft eyes. At first a small chuckle left his lips thinking you must be joking with him, but after seeing you purse your lips and look to the ground nervously, his face dropped.

“ There’s no fucking way you’re serious, is there ?”, he asked you rhetorically.

“ Kook, I know it sounds crazy, bu-”

Jungkook scoffed, turned from you and walked out of the bathroom. Your eyebrows knitted together in irritation at his rude behavior. Of course when you had something to say, he had to act so childish. You stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching as he sat down on the bed and rubbed his temples.

“ Listen, I had a long day and I really don’t want to argue, Y/N.”

“ It isn’t arguing, I’m trying to talk to my boyfriend about something that is bothering me and you just don’t want to listen as usual..”

He bodded with an ironic smirk on his face, “ You’re right, I don’t want to come home to hear you bitch about things that don’t directly affect you, I just want to fuck you and tell you how much I love and adore you. You know me so well.”

It was your turn to scoff and raise your voice a bit, “ I’ve never been this stressed in my fucking life, Kook, I’m always worried about you, my career and our future. Everything that you’ve gone through, I’ve been right by your side and I always felt the consequences of being in this relationship- the good and the bad.”, you finished with a determined look on your face.

He looked up from the ground, concentrating on your words, but he didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, he seemed relaxed and even more bored of the conversation, “ I know you make a lot of sacrifices for me and my work, I am so thankful for that, but I can’t give it up because it isn’t just my job it is my life.”, he explained simply making you feel guilty for bringing it up.

Jungkook walked over to you, towering over your body in intimidation, he smiled sweetly looking down at your blank eyes, “ How about we forget this whole thing and just watch a movie, yeah ?”

“ Will you fucking take me serious, Jungkook.”, you stated coldy pushing past him.

Jungkook followed in behind you and stopped a few feet away from you as you stopped in your tracks.

“ I don’t know how much I can handle this lifestyle, it’s making me go a little crazy and I don’t want to put my health in last place as I’ve done before, I want to be with you and be happy.”

Your boyfriend nodded before walking over the bed and sitting down, “ Okay, so what does that really mean, y-you don’t love me anymore.”, his voice becoming unstable as he thought of you finding another man and being in love with someone other than himself. His temper couldn’t help but rise as he looked over at you with a raised eyebrow.

You turned over at him hearing his tone changed immediately shaking your head, “ Of course not, I just don’t want prioritize everything else over my well-being, I love you and I would stay by your side through anything, but I was lately I’ve been thinking about a life where we have a permanent home, a little family and.. I don’t have to imagine you not coming back home to me.”, you finished with a gloss in your eyes and Jungkook with a softened gaze.

“ I mean, I really do understand you’re still trying to prove something to your father, but I-“

He laughed softly at your accusation although you were right, he always made his father proud by being the best at everything he did and turning away from the family business isn’t something he would approve of even from beyond the grave.

“ Babe, I don’t have to prove shit to anyone- especially a dead man.”, he told you with a faux-unfazed tone.

“ Okay, so then, why don’t you turn away from this life, so we could be a normal couple, be a normal family.”

“ Y/N, this is my normal. You forget I wasn’t just brought into this ten years ago, it’s always been my fucking life.”

“ Sometimes I think you say stupid shit just for attention, Y/N.”

You crossed your arms in defense and glared over at him, “ Stupid shit ? Stupid shit is having to wait hours after midnight worried sick and not knowing if you’ll come back home. Stupid shit is not being able to get comfortable in one place for more than a few months because you’re somebody’s fucking target.”, you spat at him with a sharp tone.

Jungkook tongue the inside of his cheek trying to repress his fiery anger begging to show you your place, but his sane side held him back. He stared over to you with an agitated gaze and shook his head, “ You know what, I don’t have time for this. I have to be out in the morning.”. 

“ Time ?”, you scoffed tears brimming your eyes in frustration and built up anger, “ You had all the time in the world to shut out my cries and fuck me to sleep twenty minutes ago, Jungkook.”

He laughed to himself being caught off guard, but you found nothing funny at all. A tear fell from your eye, but as quickly as it fell you wiped your cheek, “ I’m fucking serious. You pick and choose what things are worth the great Jeon Jungkook’s time and apparently, my concerns don’t fit into your frame, huh ?”

Jungkook laid back on his side of the bed propping his head up with a muscular, fully-tattooed arm eyeing you with a knowing smile. A smile that he always used in arguments to try and crack you up, to get you to take a step back and apologize for getting so angry over nothing. Except this wasn’t nothing, this was your fucking life and you’d be damned if you kept backing down from him.

You nodded with the same amount of vengeance in your expression, you threw your hands in the air and clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth, “ Since you love to have your options and be able to pick and choose your destiny, I have one for you.”

Jungkook shuffled in his spot with interest and nodded for you to continue, even though you were going to no matter what he said.

“ The mafia or me.”

“ Choose between my life-long work, my family’s legacy, the foundation of my name ?”, he repeated to make sure he heard you correctly with an eyebrow raised, you just stared at his relaxed position, “ Don’t be fucking crazy, Y/N, no such desicion exists

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words in humiliation and the tears beginning to fill your eyes once more. How dare he not choose the woman who’s been at his side, aided him in his time of need and done everything he asked of you. Fuck him and his love.

“ Then, I will make it for you.”

He watched as you walked to the closet and put on your Yves Saint Laurent zip-up he’d bought you for your birthday last year. You slid on a pair of Yeezy slides with a light gray color, another gift from your soon to be ex-boyfriend according to you words and actions.

Jungkook sat up from his position realizing how serious you might be, that you might actually leave him. You looked at him once more holding the ends of your jacket

“ Come on, princess, let’s be rationa-”

“ FUCK YOU”, you yelled in a swift turn of events as if you’d been waiting to use the two emergency words all night.

Now, in the very moment, your mind wasn’t concerned with the profile of the man you were speaking to. You didn’t seem to remember the murder or the man who would brutally beat up disrespectful victims, you just felt that you needed to release your anger in anyway. Only a couple seconds after, you realized how this might be trouble for your well-being.

You turned from him and began your walk to the door that now seemed to be miles away as you tried your best to ignore the loud footsteps that seemed to be quickly approaching your body. You held your breath and tried to at least make it to the door just as your hand connected to the doorknob. His voice spoke up, loud and clear to anyone with the intent to live.

" Don't fucking open that door.", his voice echoed, infinitely in your brain and once through the room.

You thought once more and asked yourself what he would do if you actually left and to that you answered, ‘ Jungkook would never hurt me.” With that response, you began to turn the golden knob.

Before you could pull the door open, you felt a pair of strong hands pull you by your forearms with such strength and effortlessly pull you back, spinning you and pushing you back against the door. You groaned in pain feeling your back collide with the metal door with all of his might.

“ Shit.”, you attempted to fall forward in distress, but you were pushed back once more with a little less force, but not zero.

You looked up at your attacker still in pain and shocked, realizing he actually put his hands on you, you guys got in pretty bad fights, but he never made you feel like he might hurt you physically. Jungkook stared down at you with a look of disappointment and vexation as if looks could kill you’d be six feet under. His body pressing you further into the door with no room to breathe yout shaky breaths.

“ Don’t you ever raise your voice at me. I let you slide with everything else you've said to me.", he placed one of his hands on your cheek and gripped your chin forcefully making you look deeper into his eyes, " but you will never again in your life disrespect me like that.”

You just nodded, too scared to speak back as he was silent and just stared at you with a look of crazy that almost seemed animated, he moved his hand from your chin, delicately rubbing your bottom lip in contrast to his hold on you.

“ I cannot leave my life behind, but I can’t let you leave me either.”, he whispered against your lips as if the secret was made clear by his actions, he leaned closer laying his forehead on top of yours, “ You understand that, right ?”

You parted your lips as a sound barely audible fell from your lips, “ Y-yes.”

“ I love you more than life itself, I need you to be with me.”. Jungkook put a little bit of space between you once more allowing you to regain steady breaths. He unzipped your jacket gently pulling it from your skin as you allowed him effortlessly.

“ So, let’s just lie down and come back to this in the morning, yeah ?”Jungkook asked with a dark gleam in his eyes that you’d never recognized before and a sinister smile that would be engraved in your mind.

Scared for your life and still in shock of his psychotic behavior that was gone in a flash you nodded slowly and took hold of his hand as he guided you back to the bed. And as much as he would apologize for his flash of anger and promise it was a one-time thing and that you didn’t have to worry about him acting so harsh in the future, it was never the last time.

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[billybabear]

Some BillyBabe fanfic-writing advice needed ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

So I fell madly in love with the Thai BL 'The Sign'. So much so that it had a horde of plot bunnies run wild in my head.

It gave me so much inspiration that I decided to just start writing again, which makes me unbelievably happy because I definitely forgot how much I enjoyed it.

My story is a RPF about the cast of the show, specifically Babe and Billy, because I just love their relationship (other cast members are featured as well, primarily Heng and Akk).

I don't have a good summary yet, but it's roughly this:

Babe Tanatat never anticipated how much his life would change the moment he stepped onto the set of 'The Sign'. He finds incredible new friends among his co-stars, experiences things he never imagined he would and gets to be part of something truly special.

But every success has it's downsides. From mishaps to accidents to sheer bad luck, everything that can go wrong does.

And if that doesn't make his life complicated enough, Babe finds himself grappling with some unexpected yet very confusing feelings for one particular coworker.

Babe has no idea how he got himself into this mess, nor how he can get out of it.

(Seriously, trying to come up with a half-decent summary is way harder than any writing I've done so far. But I guess coming up with a title will be worse 🫠)

In my story I'm following the episodes, going through them one at a time, picking out scenes that have the potential to go wrong / be funny / etc.. I'm also using the bts-material, as well stuff they said in interviews or offhand comments in their reaction videos (I'm a sucker for details, if you can't tell 😆)

Also, it might have gotten a little out of hand. I've already written around 130k words (not edited or in the correct order, but still), before I decided it might be nice to publish it. And I'm not even halfway through the list of stuff I want for each episode.

And yes, I actually made a list. A (not so) little file for each episode, detailing what scenes and prompts I want there with bullet points for the actual plot. So basically I already have a rough concept/script, but with enough space in between for new ideas.

Since this will be the first time I ever upload a story (on AO3), I'd like to get some opinions on it first.

What do you think about the overall idea? Is it something you might be interested in?

What tense do you prefer while reading - present or past?

What is your preferred chapter length (especially in longer stories)?

What do you think about pictures at the beginning of a chapter? Since I'm following the episodes/bts, there will almost always be a specific scene tied to each chapter. I'm playing with the idea of adding a picture/gif at the start of these. For easy reference where in the storyline we are (or just because they're all cute (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)). Is that something you'd enjoy? Or do you find it more disruptive/annoying?

And I'm always open to new prompts or plot ideas (tied to specific scenes or not).

I hope some of you can share your thoughts, since I'm a complete newbie to publishing stuff. Any other tips and tricks are always greatly appreciated as well 🤗

Have a good one!

(+ I promise my actual writing is better than whatever weird rant this is. Never done a blog post either, and I'm guessing it shows 😂)

[darlingshane]

After Carmy leaves the pantry, Mikey breaks down in tears and slaps himself in the face. Was that on the page?

A lot of it was scripted. It’s a real testament to Chris, who wrote the episode. When he leaves him there, 99.9 shows out of 100, as soon as Carmy leaves that pantry, you go with Carmy. To stay on Mikey and be with him, it defies so much of how we do television, in terms of perspective and whose point of view we’re really looking at. It’s a private moment with this character that we know doesn’t exist. They give him two — the moment that he’s sitting there waiting for him, suggesting that he’s feeling the buzz of the pills that he just took, but more importantly, afterward: They leave him there to sit in that pain, and to show it. That moment was understanding that this dream was never going to happen, this was never going to work because he knew where he was headed. He knew where he was going.

Opportunities like that are so unbelievably rare to give characters that private moment. I do think Chris wrote the slap. It was just so, so beautifully written and makes it makes the job super easy.

How did you create that tension with Bob Odenkirk, and what conversations were had before that?

The power of an ensemble, like the power of theater, is you look around that table and everybody is just a thoroughbred. The tension is created in the room. Every time we went and did it, it was completely different — a new person sort of popped up and did this new bubble of intensity or dread. It was super fucking tense in there, because everybody came to play and everybody really knows what they’re doing. And the material is so gorgeous.

With Bob, I’m such a huge fan of his. I thought it was just such a perfect choice. He was so down to come at me, and vice versa! When you have an environment like that, everyone is willing to be a little bit dangerous, because there’s so much trust. There’s so much love and everybody’s so dedicated. The goal starts to then be, OK, how can I shock this person? How can I scare this person? How can I do something that they’ll never expect? How can I lose myself within this? When you create an atmosphere that’s that unbelievably creative and that unbelievably safe, danger is not a hard thing to find. It was really fun! It was like great theater work, and it’s really rare.

How many times did you film that scene? I imagine it may be a bit exhausting.

I would do that all day. I don’t really get exhausted, that’s like a thrill for me. The show moves unbelievably fast. It’s a real testament to what this group has found: the conglomeration, the alchemy of these great artists with this great material. Last year, I had to shoot my stuff basically on my lunch break. They flew out to L.A. for me to shoot that scene. And they told me, “We move so fast.” I don’t think there was a single day that we were there for more than six hours. [Chris Storer] gets what he wants. He shoots it the right way. The crew is as good as I’ve ever worked with. Everyone is so unbelievably dialed in. The cameras are always moving. They’re totally alive.

You said every take was different. How much improv was there — was the table flip scripted? And what type of forks were you using?

They were kind of like plastic forks? Oh, the table flip definitely wasn’t scripted. But it’s still a testament to Chris. I was like, “Hey, man, you gotta let me kind of go crazy at least once!” I do a lot of action stuff and I’m aware of how big of a reset that it is, where the food is meticulously laid out and it’s so specific and is a character within itself. He definitely gave me the green light. It’s funny when you work with directors, especially in TV, because sometimes they’ll give you the green light, but then be like, “Just maybe save it ’til the end.” Chris was like, “Go do you.” I think the funnest thing for me really, in that scene, was to be off camera and just to keep that intensity, keep that fight going with Bob and see everybody else’s reaction. It was just such a joy to do.

I put on subtitles for some of my second watch, especially the scene with you, Ebon and Jeremy talking about Claire. Your one-liners were cracking me up. Did you say she’s a “basket of biscuits”?

Yeah, “all that and a basket of biscuits” is a Jon Bernthal D.C. line for me. That was definitely one that I threw in. When Chris is behind the monitor, they’re cheering you on, sometimes they’re yelling lines from behind the monitors. It’s this comedic, super dark, really, really authentic and honest world. There’s this air of anything can happen and let’s push it, come up with stuff and be really, really creative. And honor the moment. It really is the best way to work. And with Ebon, it’s such a natural conversation for us. We really found that scene on the day.

[girlreviews]

Review #263: Tracy Chapman, Tracy Chapman

You don’t get artists like Tracy Chapman come along too often, and it’s infuriating when they do, because you see the same old shit play out. People are threatened by their mere presence and the idea that they can make something so incredible, but especially that it might give marginalized people a voice. This record came out the year I was born, so it’s approaching its 36th birthday. It’s both unsurprising and also a little devastating at how relevant it remains in 2024. I’ll start by saying: I love it, her, I always have, and I have so many memories attached to this record. Some so sad and some really sweet, all really tender.

But I have something to say about both music critics and general white fragility when it comes to Tracy. Here’s a 1988 review from renowned critic Robert Christgau, self proclaimed “Dean of American Rock Critics” (are American rock critics some kind of authority too? Why’s that? Interesting.):

"Fast Car" is so far-seeing, "Mountains o' Things" so necessary, that it's doubly annoying when she puts her name on begged questions like "Why" and "Talkin' Bout a Revolution." Maybe I should be heartened and so forth that Intelligent Young People are once again pushing naive left-folkie truisms, but she's too good for such condescension--even sings like a natural. Get real, girl. B MINUS”

Where to begin? Firstly, that is the entire review. So you want to talk about condescension, Robert? You can start by referring to Tracy Chapman as a grown woman, which she is, and was, in 1988. And critic you may be, but you’ve never written a review that’s even half as good as Talkin’ Bout A Revolution, which is more relevant today than any of your writing. Why was about apartheid. Maybe you had the luxury of not giving a fuck. Assigning grades? B minus? Get real, boy.

Curious what grade you gave Paul Simon’s Graceland, an album recorded during apartheid, some in South Africa with an array of African musicians who he then toured with. This was both criticized and praised. The point is, it was very political, not in content so much, but in creation. So, when it’s done by an egotistical white man? Listen, I love Graceland but don’t think I won’t be looking into that with some serious side-eye. OH WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE, PAUL SIMON’S 1986 GRACELAND RECEIVED AN A. Fuck all the way off, and then fuck off some more.

This album isn’t for you. Has it ever occurred to you that not every piece of music was made to be consumed by you? And to be declared worthy by you? Jesus fucking Christ, the audacity. She’s singing about poverty, the kind most people will never truly know. The traumatic kind. She’s singing about domestic violence, you know, the kind typically perpetrated by men against women and that too often takes their lives. She’s singing about a tense relationship with the police. She’s singing about escaping dire situations with a glimmer of hope that she might finally belong, that she might finally “be someone”… Only to find herself in seemingly just as dire ones. Do you relate, Robert? Let’s go back to 1988 and you just sit this one out. To be clear, it’s not entirely for me either! But when you have that awareness, you can hear something and still appreciate it. It’s not that hard.

Fast Car was still on the radio a good bit when I was growing up, and again, I think my Mom played this record from time to time. But my real connection to Tracy Chapman came to me in two different ways: VH1’s Pop Up Video, which I watched every single day before I went to school. Over and over, the same episodes. There was an episode that featured Fast Car, and I remember just being floored by the little facts that popped up. Her life had been so unbelievably difficult, with challenge after challenge — which is pretty damn clear in the song. The thing I always remember is that as a young girl, she had saved up her money to buy a guitar, and then her best friend stole it. As stupid as it sounds I think about that all the time. Anyway, this song is special, and everyone knows it, it’s massive, but it’s something different to everyone. Can anyone relate specifically to what she’s describing? Probably somebody, somewhere. Maybe lots of people. But I can tell you that I listened to this song curled up in my bed pretending to be asleep with tears streaming down my face. Wishing that some parts of it weren’t true for me, and wishing that some parts of it were. It’s both a gut punch and a cup of tea between my cold hands.

The second way was Baby Can I Hold You, which, and this kind of cracks me up, was covered by Irish boyband Boyzone in the 90s. Little baby me was pretty into Boyzone, but eventually learned that the original artist was Tracy Chapman. Obviously, her version is better. It hurts my feelings. Is it someone declaring their feelings? Or is it someone communicating the experience of an emotionally unavailable partner, and the words they long to hear? Either way, there’s an ache in it, and it’s beautiful.

Tracy Chapman has been having a major resurgence, because a white male country artist covered Fast Car and as a result an entire new generation of young people are being moved by it. While I kind of wish there wasn’t a cover like this at all, it’s been nice to see Luke Combs give Tracy Chapman the spotlight she deserves and make it her moment. They seem to have a sweet and thoughtful relationship, and he truly loved the record when it came out. He had it on cassette. It was really something to see Tracy on stage at the Grammys smiling, thriving, looking beautiful as ever and singing with that voice just shutting everybody the hell up. I also appreciate that he kept the genders the same in his cover. I’d love to know whether he chose that or whether she insisted upon it. Either way, it was the right call.

Chances are you’ve heard Fast Car, and maybe even Baby Can I Hold You. Don’t be a dweeb, this record is significant and I really believe you’re missing out if you go through your life without listening to it, but it’s your call. I’d like to personally thank Tracy Chapman and VH1’s Pop Up Video for their contributions to my life and the content of my brain. I love you both so very much.

[oaxleaf]

mag 132 - entombed

i've never properly attempted to rank tma episodes, and part of that is because i know i'd never be able to decide which one out of three episodes is my favourite: mag 154, mag 153, and, of course, mag 132. rest assured, i absoultely love and adore this episode. i don't think words can truly capture it but i'll try

i don't know much about sound design and production and script writing, so i can't say much, but it's just so so good here. it's tense from the very first moment, keeps not only my attention but also has me on the edge of my seat for the duration of the whole episode every time i listen to it. and once he goes into the coffin it just feels cramped, even as a listener. to be quite honest, i think jonny sims is giving me claustrophobia, one buried statement at a time, lol

daisy sounds so weak here. season four really is the time for everyone to question what they are outside of the entity they're part of. she doesn't really have an identity outside of it, but she wants to. she wants to be a better person, and she tries to. and like, the fact that this is brought on by her being trapped in place, alone, with nobody to chase or tear apart except herself. daisy's whole arc about leaving the hunt behind is just so good. especially because she fails in the end. i've talked about it before, but it is so important to me that people understand that she fails to seperate herself fully in the end. daisy does so many things jon does, just earlier, and the fact that she fails forshadows that he does, too

jon and daisy are just... unbelievably important to me. because they have each other. she has hurt him so incredibly badly, but he still reaches out to her. and maybe it's just because he wants to find a valid way to give up, to let himself be torn apart, but in the end, he finds solace in her, too. he has nobody right now, and then he has daisy, who might be an awful person and who might have hurt him, might have tried to kill him, but who understands. they clamour out of hell together, and then they try to fight their way back to humanity, side by side. and, i don't know, it feels like i can write hundreds and hundreds of words about them but never really capture it, but it's just like. all they have is each other. and that just kind of circles through my head on never-ending repeat

[optifine]

just finished my rewatch of etho's 3rd life and last life and Fuck. i wasn't crazy, they genuinely are his two best series of all time and some of the best shit i have ever watched with my eyes. ever. i feel the need to weigh in on the discourse (thank you kel) because i started my double life rewatch already (i actually have not watched it since it was coming out, it has been a while) (also this is just my all-over messy thoughts about the whole series in general)

my first instinct immediately after i started rewatching is like. "oh, duh, this is just like uhc doubles" so i think i might have some more affection for it because of that. i think the first episode especially set people up to be allied greater because it was so dangerous and everyone was looking for their soulmate that all bets were kinda off, and they more or less carried that forward, so it wasnt as suspenseful, not to mention the fact that you know all the alliances and where they stand.

man, because i started with LL and then went back to 3L it hit me so hard--3rd life is fucking incredible. i love LL with all my heart and being but 3L and the red army and the chaos of the factions are just. unbelievably good. i have to give so much credit for ren because im gonna be honest, he really made that series, no matter if you wanna look at it with a desertduo focused lens. they were fucking amazing i agree but without ren opposing them, it would just be plain chaos. literally love my theatre kid wife so much. from etho's perspective we really see a fascinating story development from 3L-LL-DL esp with his interpersonal relationships and honestly the partnership with joel could not be more perfect thematically. double life is a FUN series for him and thats not a bad thing at all. it's super enjoyable to watch and there are some tense moments for sure, but it doesnt hit the like, melodrama peaks that 3L and LL did. hes genuinely fucking insane for the repeating fire motifs. still not over that.

I didnt finish limited life bc the family stuff annoyed me so much and it was boring sorry.ill get to it after i finish my DL rewatch. :( .

[goongiveusnothing]

so my policeman came up on my streaming service the other day and i figured it's now so far out from when it was released that i could watch it with fresh eyes and let me just say, this is a fucking terrible movie.

first thing is, everything about this movie is a tired cliche. from the opening scene where we see old people staring at younger photos of themselves, old timey music singing about nostalgia, flashback sequences, the whole thing felt like a special flashback episode of a soap opera tv series.

i remembered that the reviews had mentioned that the whole premise of harry's character getting married to corrin's while having this gay affair and that it seemed unnecessary and cliched. when reading those reviews i was a bit confused and gave the author and writers of this movie leeway because this was in the 60s so obviously gay guys were more likely to settle down with women and fake being straight while having affairs.

but having watched it i totally get what they meant, because the entire premise of this movie with harry deciding to make this a threeway relationship and get married made absolutely no sense. it would've been way more interesting for harry's character to already be married and then to catch dawson's character in the act of something and then become fascinated and obsessed with him in that way. anything to make these relationships to feel urgent and interesting. there didn't feel like any real pressure for him to do all of this. no pressure from his family, no pressure from the policing agency, nobody almost catching them forcing him to need to do this. once again, instead of creating urgency or a genuine reason to care about this dilemma, it came across forced and stupid and you just didn't care about it, because why should you.

also his whole interest in art and how they first meet feels really dumb. like i said, it would've been way more interesting for them to meet because dawson was caught with dudes or committing some type of offense. but having them sort of know each other casually because he's a cop even though his character obviously hates cops and then they start talking about art is just boring. why not have harry's character be interested in art and be pursuing it on his own and making mistakes and not really knowing what he's doing and maybe he then meets dawson and then sees him in an art class or vice versa. have this interest feel real. have harry's interest in him feel like something he's needed for a while. every piece of this story could've been made more compelling and instead we got the most trite unbelievable narrative instead.

harry styles is a terrible actor. when i saw people describe him as "just being there" in a scene i assumed they meant that he was sort of a background presence and didn't detract from the air in a scene, but he fucking punches the oxygen out of every scene we see him in. it's like he gives every scene covid oxygen depletion. i cannot believe there's anyone who gave him any positive reviews on his acting. he has zero screen presence. zero charisma. he's a vacant black hole of personality. there's no body language, no facial expressions, you will find soap opera actors who give more and feel more tempered when they're walking in the background of a scene than in this.

but the absolute worst thing about him is his voice acting. he reads scripts like the kids in class would read out shakespeare when they could barely read. it's all just chunks of dialogue and there's zero emotion, zero passion, zero nuance. he says everything in the same flat way. he is a fucking disaster of an actor. so many moments that were meant to be serious and you have to laugh because he's so fucking diabolical. that first blowjob scene between them where harry says "i don't know what's happening" just fucking hilarious. i cannot believe it's possible to say those words in a supposed passionate tense sexy encounter where we're meant to feel propelled into their chemistry and he's sounding like a child called up in class to explain quadratic equations. every romantic scene in this movie is a disaster when you can see his face and hear his voice. everything becomes hilarious. that other scene of him being drunk and yelling. it's all so fucking goofy. "don't. please". how did anyone on set just let these things keep happening?

HARRY IS A TERRIBLE KISSER. we've seen him giving three major kisses so far in public or onscreen and they're all fucking terrible. the first kiss he gives here is that weird face devouring one. it's like he thinks trying to demonstrate huge passion will create sexual chemistry and a beautiful onscreen relationship. instead he's like some alien character trying to deskin other living beings. and that would've been a way more interesting movie. the first sex scene in bed and he does his face devouring thing. he doesn't let kisses build up, he doesn't let this seem shy or timid or awkward, he doesn't know how to engage and respond and flow with the other person which we saw too with emrata, it's just full on face devouring and this rapid passionate stuff that doesn't feel like it goes with the vibes of the characters or scene. the kisses are always about him and him acting like he's trying to win some type of contest. the other person barely exists to him. it's another moment where you either cringe or laugh.

i also get why all the reviewers critiqued his queerbaiting in general in this and how it perhaps explains why he's incapable of showing any undercurrent or complexity or turmoil or second layer to his character in any of this. there's absolutely no credibility to the idea he relates to this character or to any part of this storyline. he really doesn't even pretend to struggle in this movie. you never feel any sort of complexity or yearning or undercurrent. this man just walked into the scenes every day and sat there and got paid and went home. the fact he thought and was told by so many people he could become a famous actor is symptomatic of how nothing fucking matters anymore in society. your connections and industry swagger is all that people need.

anyway, it's not a good movie. don't know why anyone even took part in it outside of the value they knew it had in queerbaiting harry's fans. i also get why none of his fans even obsesses or talks about it to this day the way people did with great movies like call me by your name or other queer tv shows. there's nothing about this movie that any normal person would ever rewatch again or feel interested or in love with these relationships or characters.

[daintylovers]

Young Loves

1.2 Second Chance At First Line

Teen Wolf x Aurora Young (oc)

A/N: this part is going to be way shorter because Aurora just didn't seem to fit in until the end of the episode

Finishing up my make-up test, I start making my way down to the boy's locker room. Practice should be over, which means my ride will be somewhere in that smelly room.

I'm not far away when I hear someone shout, "Get away from me!" But- wait, I know that voice. Scott? Wtf?!

As I start running to get to the room, growling erupts. Oh fuck no

I round the corner and almost come face-first with a fire extinguisher. Stiles is panting just as much as I am, as I breathe out, "What in the actual hell was that?"

His face crumbles with fear, stuttering out, "No, Rory, stay here, please god just stay here." While saying this he manages to start pushing me back from the room, panic etched in every motion his body makes.

"Stiles..." Scott groans out, gaining our attention once again.

The aforementioned boy looks at me and mouths "Stay" before he turns to peek into the room. Once I see his shoulders sag in relief, I come up behind him, hovering over his back. As we make our way into the room, I see Scott hunched over himself on a bench. "What happened?" he questions, not meeting our eyes.

Stiles drops the makeshift weapon and hisses, "What happened? What happened was that you literally almost ripped me to shreds. Alright, dude, that's what just happened."

He continues while pacing around the area, "It's exactly what I told you. The anger- your pulse rising. That's the trigger."

Lacrosse is the wrong game for Scott then, and he quickly realizes it. Saying what Stiles feels too guilty to say, I add, "Scott, you can't play Saturday."

"Rory, I just made the first line"

Stiles finishes, "Not anymore"

****

I open my door to see Stiles rocking on his heels, waiting to be let in. I decided that we needed to hang out without Scott, so we could talk about our new furry problem.

Once we get settled in my room, Stiles breaks the silence, "Do you think he'll actually listen to us?"

"For missing Saturday's game?" I question, "No way. He wants to impress Allison."

"My dad might be coming. What if Scott goes ballistic? How am I supposed to explain that my best friend has turned into a cliche movie trope?"

"You could ask him to quit."

"Ha ha, real funny Rory."

"Or, you could tell him Scott's on drugs. That's probably what his mom is thinking anyway."

"I wish Scott was on drugs," Stiles pauses, seeing the confused smirk plastered on my face, "no, not like that. Just that if he was on drugs I would know how to help him. I've never met a werewolf, so I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's fair. Plus you are more likely to die like this, than if he was on drugs."

"God, you are really not helping my anxiety right now Aurora." Damn, not the full name.

I start to apologize but get interrupted by my phone ringing. Allison is calling. Looking to Stiles, I flash my phone screen at him, before answering the call. The girl launches into the latest gossip, which of course I already knew about. How Scott separated Jackson's shoulder during practice, and now he has to play on Saturday. I give Stiles a pity smile, as he helps me up, getting ready to meet Allison. So much for our hangout. I could have declined her, but the tense energy in the room with Stiles was getting to be a bit much. It was clear I was pissing him off, so I figured it would be better to leave him be. Let him sort out his thoughts and come to me later with them.

****

"Tell us what they're saying!" Stiles demands, using Scott's new hearing to our advantage. His dad, and a few others a standing just out of ear shot, and Stiles is eager to be a fly on the wall.

"Curfew because of the body."

Stiles is pissed, "Unbelievable. The dick who actually killed her is roaming around, exerting his free will. While my dad is trying to catch a make-believe rabid animal."

"What if Derek didn't kill her?" I question, which gives me two incredulous looks. "Hear me out, he probably didn't kill her himself. But what if he knows who or what killed her. For all we know it really was a rabid animal."

Scott completely disregards my words, "You can't exactly tell your dad about Derek."

"Well I can do something," oh awesome, they both are going to ignore me, "I'm gonna find the other half of the body." Huh?

****

The rest of my day goes smoother than my two idiot friends. I leave them alone for half a day and when we meet up again, at the freaking Hale house, I hear all about their adventures.

Apparently, Scott found the other half before Stiles could, hence our current location. But just to double-check, they went down to the morgue to sniff the first half. Gross. Then, Scott found bite marks on the legs of the corpse. Double gross.

"Wait- somethings different," Scott says, making my anxiety spike just a little. But he counters his statement by saying, "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

****

It's almost an hour later, when we finally find something in the hole we've been digging. It's something in a sack, that's been tied securely by like a thousand knots.

Being the only one with nails, I begin untying them. Once I get enough leeway, I unveil what I can- then promptly scream my lungs out.

Stiles and Scott are quick to grasp my shoulders and haul me up and out of the hole. We all land on the ground and look to each other for confirmation of what is below us. "What the hell is that?!" I yelp out, my heart bursting.

"A wolf" both boys huff out.

"Yeah, I can fucking see that. But you," I say pointing to Scott, "said you smelled blood. I thought you meant human blood not a fucking severed wolf's head's blood!" My hands are shaking as I accuse him. He doesn't meet my eyes but grasps my hands in his to stop the shaking.

"I said something was different."

Stiles just rolls his eyes at his friend's statement. "We got to get out of here."

Both boys jump into action, as I sit the re-burial out, still trying to slow my racing heart. Looking around, I notice a singular flower in bloom amongst the dirt. Not having it, I call out Stiles' name, and he gives me his attention. I just point at the flower, and he gets the hint, climbing out of the hole and over to where my finger pointed.

"Wolfsbane." That is all he says, which doesn't sound too good for Scott. He starts grasping at the root of the flower, but unveils a rope attached to it. Stiles continues to pull it from the ground, walking around in a circle a few times.

"Guys," Scott breaks our trance. I look at him, then to where his eyes have landed, and shriek again. Stiles is crowded against my back in an instant, dropping the flower/rope combination.

What was once a wolf's head has not become a girl's head.

A human girl's head.

A dead, severed human girl's head, that is missing her lower half.

****

Huddled up against Stiles' jeep, we watch Derek being led away in handcuffs. He looks at us, and I can't help by notice he looks almost disappointed. Not guilty or surprised at being caught, just sad.

I don't ponder it for too long because Stiles wraps a hand around my wrist and starts to drag me away, to the cop car. Where Derek was just put into. Great.

I try firmly planting my feet into the ground, muttering no's under my breath. But to no avail, as he just tugs me further. He opens the door and waits for me to climb in.

Noticing my pleading eyes he says, "Rory, let's just talk to him. Just for a few minutes." He gives me his own pleading eyes, and I cave, sliding into the passenger seat. He walks around the car and gets into the driver's side.

"Just so you know, we aren't afraid of you." WE?! Excuse me but I am deeply afraid of him.

Stiles looks to me, so I can back him up, but I just cower away from his gaze. I see Derek's eyebrow raised mockingly.

"Fine. I just want to know one thing. That girl you killed," Stiles jabs his finger at Derek, "she was a werewolf. But she was different, right? Because she could turn into an actual wolf."

Catching onto his theory, I finally raise my voice, "Is that why you killed her?"

Derek answers back, "Why are you so worried about me, when it's your friend back there you should be worried about? What happens when he turns at that game? Rory," holy fuck he knows my name, "what happens when you're the next body found?"

Stiles head almost pops off his shoulders, but his dad stops anything from happening. He yanks his son from the vehicle, and gives me a stern look, making me stumble out of the car.

Not wanting to be privy to another scolding, I move to stand next to Scott. Noticing my shaken-up state he asks what happened in the car.

"Scott, you can't play in the game." is all I say.

"Aurora," he tries again, "What did Derek say to you in that car?"

Looking up in his eyes, I say, "What if the next body that's found is mine?" I feel tears spring to my waterline.

Scott's face crumbles and I've never seen him sadder. "Rory," he starts softly, placing his hands atop my shoulders, rubbing his thumbs back and forth in soothing circles, "That won't happen. That won't ever happen. Alright, I guarantee it."

All I can do is just nod my head, trying to hid my oncoming sniffles. He pulls me into his chest, cradling the back of my head.

This is getting too real.

****

Of course, our warnings aren't headed, which is why I am currently sat in Allison's car, driving to the game. Where Scott will in fact be playing.

To make matters worse, her freaking dad is coming with us. Her big bad werewolf-hunting dad. Scott is soooo fucked.

****

"God Scott, come on- you can do this," I say under my breath. We are so close to winning, even I can taste it. Scott just has to make this shot.

After I say it, Scott looks up at my position in the crowd- right, werewolf hearing. Duh- cause that's just a normal part of my life now. Then he looks right next to me, where his crush and her friend are holding a sign that says, "Jackson is #1". I refused to help them, reminding my redheaded friend that I liked Scott a hell of a lot better than Jackson.

Scott shoots.... and makes it!!!!! GOALLLLL!!!

Everyone bursts into cheers and I spot Stiles jumping up and down like an idiot in excitement.

I start making my way down to said idiot, eager to be in his presence, and congratulate Scott. But when I arrive, Scott is nowhere to be found on the field.

It's like Stiles and I share a brain, as we both stalk off to the locker rooms. It's the only other place Scott would be.

We walk in and Stiles round the corner first, before abruptly turning around and pushing me against the wall. "Stiles, what the fuck?" I whisper, worried that Scott's having another freakout. But Stiles just puts a finger to his lips, and motions for me to look where we just looked.

I peek around the corner and my heart sinks just a little. Allison and Scott are making out and I feel like the world's worst friend. I must have been watching for too long because Stiles gently pulls me back. He makes a face, sticking out his tongue in mock disgust. I mirror him, careful to hide my fragile heart.

I see Allison pass by us, and I almost think we're in the clear before she greets us. Stiles and I give her sheepish waves, and she just laughs.

"Come on Rory, my dad probably thinks we're making out in here instead of Scott and me," and then she adds, "And maybe Stiles and you?"

I push Stiles off me and wrap myself around her awaiting arm, "As if" is all I say.

[anxiouswhumpyescapism]

Any tipps for Sebastian Bootz whump? I'm searching...

Hello!:D

Unbelievable to me that you’re interested in Basti Bootz whump, since I feel like there’s like 10 people I’ve seen on tumblr that rb content with this guy.

So, I don’t know where you’re from, but he’s from a German TV show thing, so if you can’t speak German/aren’t German then it might be hard to navigate the sources. But maybe you’re German and you’re all set. You can look for Eps and scenes on the ARD Mediathek (VPN is your friend I guess if you’re not located in Germany), and there might be some clips on Youtube. You can also DM me off anon, I’m friendly :) You might already know all that, in that case I’m sorry.

So here is a list of Sebastian Bootz whump from “Tatort Stuttgart”.

(A bit spoiler-y but I’ll try to be vague while still tease a bit hjhjhj)

Ep 2, “In eigener Sache”, some angsty/exhausted moments at 00:23:00, 00:44:40, and he’s also getting pistol whipped and taken hostage (+ being held at gunpoint) 1:20:10 onwards.

Ep. 4, “Das Mädchen Galina”, Basti gets shot and falls unconscious during the first 8 minutes of the episode. For the rest of the ep (at least most of the time) he can’t move his arm properly, needs help with some stuff and is grumpy/shaken up (and refuses to take time off, naturally).

Ep. 10, “Scherbenhaufen”, Basti shielding another person with his body at ca. 00:50:00. He’s also being hunted and shot at from 01:20:00 onwards (+ gets a bloody nose and hurts his shoulder during this - the dressing of which is visible later). Bonus points: His partner is really worried for him the entire time :))

Ep. 12, “Spiel auf Zeit”, Uhm, there’s...relationship troubles and Basti is really hurt and Shooketh at 00:08:40 onwards if that’s your thing (love the subtle angst there). For the rest of the episode Basti is really tense and emotionally all over the place. There’s outbursts of missplaced anger and stuff, and he’s Real Emotional a few minutes later (for example ca 00:22:00, he’s Not Okay there). Even a bit later there’s a tiny heart to heart with his partner.

Ep. 14, “Freigang”, Basti is Going Through It at 00:03:50 onwards for a few minutes, like, emotionally (reasons: heartbreak and unhealthy coping mechanisms).

Ep 15., “Eine Frage des Gewissens”, basically Basti has a nightmare / scary memory there in the beginning (and at ca 00:13:49). The whole ep is angsty imo. Basti and his partner are being interrogated on an unclear law enforcement situation and Basti isn’t sure what’s his pov on said situation after a while, and is tense for several reasons during the ep.

Also, Sebastian is using Unhealthy Coping MechanismsTM involving alcohol at 00:14:45, 00:47:40, 00:48:28, resulting in a lovely scene at 00:50:35. He’s emotional and teary eyed at 00:55:45.

Ep. 17, “Preis des Lebens”, phew! So, this episode marks a turning point for Basti (and the partner duo specifically). I’d recommend the whole episode but starting at ca. 00:43:20 there’s major angst and Sebastian is freaking out over the course of the episode (someone close to him gets kidnapped). He’s scared, angry, emotional, crying, his mood is explosive. Angsty wise I love that ep.

(to really drive the effect the episode has on the relationships in that team home, I’d recommend watching earlier episodes first though, If you’re also interested in the team dynamics and characterisations and stuff)

Ep. 21, “Der rote Schatten”, ca. 00:54:15 while being involved in a chaotic shootout he is hit in the arm and he’s got a (at times a bit bloody) dressing on his arm for while after that incident.

Ep. 24, “Hüter der Schwelle”, 00:42:15 onwards, Basti and another guy beat each other up :))) The scenes following that InterestingTM wrestling match are worth the watch too imo. He’s being patched up at ca 00:50:55

Honorable mentions (not that whumpy but still noteworthy imo):

Ep. 1 “Hart an der Grenze”, ca. Min 50, Basti has to meet a creepy criminal that he put away a few years ago and seems withdrawn right before they meet him and obviously is not happy with them having to meet the other guy. - a tiny bit angsty.

Ep. 3 “Tödliche Tarnung”, ca. 01:05:00 onwards, a very emotional and slightly teary eyed moment. (TW for flashbacks to a car accident involving a child right before that scene)

Ep. 9 “Das erste Opfer”, stressed father vibes from Basti throughout the ep.

Ep. 13, “Happy Birthday, Sarah”, again stressed father vibes from Basti throughout the ep.

Ep 15., “Eine Frage des Gewissens”, failed heart to heart at ca. 00:16:35 and some sort of successfull heart to heart that feels catharsis-y and angsty at 00:50:35.

Ep. 24, “Hüter der Schwelle”, watch out for some coughing at ca. 00:21:45 and a few moments later (bonus: tiny bit of reckless driving)

Ep. 25, “Du allein”, imo the scene at ca. 00:28:00 where Sebastian is very agitated, tense and angry is him displaying signs of (mild?) PTSD or something, because the stuff that’s happening might remind him of what happened in Ep. 17, but I haven’t seen others talking about this, it’s just my personal read on things and how I interpret it. There’s also a tiny reference to his (past?) alcohol consumption as coping mechanism so...

Ep. 29, “Der Mörder in mir”, noteworthy scene ca. 00:32:20, heart to heart -ish moment with his partner.

Hope that helps :)  DM me for more information if you want.

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John 8:21–22

21 Εἶπεν οὖν πάλιν αὐτοῖς· ἐγὼ ὑπάγω καὶ ζητήσετέ με, καὶ ἐν τῇ ἁμαρτίᾳ ὑμῶν ἀποθανεῖσθε· ὅπου ἐγὼ ὑπάγω ὑμεῖς οὐ δύνασθε ἐλθεῖν. 22 ἔλεγον οὖν οἱ Ἰουδαῖοι· μήτι ἀποκτενεῖ ἑαυτόν, ὅτι λέγει· ὅπου ἐγὼ ὑπάγω ὑμεῖς οὐ δύνασθε ἐλθεῖν;  

My translation: 

21 He said, therefore, again to them, “I am going and you will seek me, and in your sin you will die; where I am going you are not able to come.” 22 The Judeans, therefore, were saying, “Surely he will not kill himself, since he says, ‘Where I am going you are not able to come’?”

Notes:

8:21 

οὖν could be causal, indicating the continued discourse since he was not then arrested, but could simply be transitional (“Then”, NASB, NET, HCSB). 

Jesus is the unexpressed subject of the 2nd aorist εἶπεν (from λέγω) and αὐτοῖς the indirect object, referring to the Jewish leaders. The temporal adverb πάλιν ‘may only mark the opening of a new discourse or paragraph’ (ICC), implying an interval since the last episode, whether minutes or days. 

ἐγὼ is the emphatic subject of the present ὑπάγω. 

The direct object of the future ζητήσετέ (from ζητέω) is με. The accent from the pronoun has fallen back onto the verb. The ‘seeking’ in question could refer to the Jewish leadership’s investigation into the disappearance of Jesus’s body, but more likely refers to the appeals of unbelievers to Jesus in his judicial power on the last day, when it will be too late. 

ὑμῶν is a subjective genitive with τῇ ἁμαρτίᾳ. The prepositional phrase 

ἐν τῇ ἁμαρτίᾳ ὑμῶν could be causal (“because of your sin”), locative (“in your [state of] sin”; so CGT), or circumstantial (“with your [load of] sin [upon you]”; so EGGNT). The phrase modifies the 2nd future ἀποθανεῖσθε (from ἀποθνῄσκω). 

The locative adverb ὅπου modifies the present ὑπάγω whose emphatic subject is ἐγὼ. The present-tense of the verb is futuristic. ὑμεῖς is the emphatic subject of the negated present οὐ δύνασθε (from δύναμαι). The 2nd aorist infinitive ἐλθεῖν (from ἔρχομαι) is complementary with δύναμαι. See 7:34, 36 for a similar phrase. 

8:22 

οὖν is causal (“So”, NASB, NET, HCSB; NIV: “This made the Jews ask”). 

The subject of the imperfect ἔλεγον (from λέγω) is οἱ Ἰουδαῖοι, referring to the Jewish leadership. EGGNT says that the imperfect-tense of the verb may reflect the give-and-take of conversation, or give emphasis to what is said. However, since the verb is in the third-person, it may simply reflect various statements made among the leadership to one another. 

μήτι introduces a question expecting a “No” response, ‘somewhat more emphatic than the simple μή’ (BDAG). Jesus is the unexpressed subject of the liquid future ἀποκτενεῖ (from ἀποκτείνω). ἑαυτόν is the direct object of the verb.

ὅτι here denotes not so much cause as the reason for their question (Zerwick §420; cf. 7:35); NIV: “Is that why he says ...?”. Jesus is the unexpressed subject of the present λέγει (from λέγω). 

For ὅπου ἐγὼ ὑπάγω ὑμεῖς οὐ δύνασθε ἐλθεῖν, see note on verse 21.

[laurenceslife]

Chapter 66

              Gina was only having tiny parts in series in the future too, and Laurence was mostly dealing with his wife and his own series but sometimes he went to MMA matches with his friends, to his man cave with pals or to the cigar club or to walk his dogs with his children.

              A child was born to Mike and Patricia, who was a baby girl who they named Ariana. Laurence started constantly dealing with his grandchild. Being a grandfather was a very new and very interesting thing for him so he couldn’t get enough of it. When Mike and Patricia couldn’t bring the baby along, he always went over to their place with Gina; it was unbelievable for her that her husband already had a grandchild when they still had an only three-year-old daughter.

              When the man was at home, they always played together with Delilah or they took her over to Tom’s house together who has a one year older daughter Suri, who their daughter also made friends with. Nowadays, Montana was hardly at home again, she mostly met with Jerome, on the other hand, Langston sometimes came to visit his niece too.

              When it didn’t come into Laurence’s head by motorcycle anymore, that when they went on motorcycle journeys, then Dennis was still alive, and now he’s not alive anymore, then he also started to take Gina along on the motorcycle. Since his friend died, he rarely rode the motorcycle, but he was already missing riding the motorcycle, and he already went by motorcycle to Mike’s place too.

              It was already early August. Laurence has turned his last age in his forties, forty-nine.

He had breakfast on the terrace with Gina and Delilah, having their swing in the sunshine of the last month of summer. It was Sunday, and neither of them weren’t working. They were talking about the kindergarten that from September, the little girl was also going to go there, while they knew that the man’s filming was also going to start then which wasn’t going to be only in America but some takes were going to be shot in Europe and Asia too, and his series was still lasting, too. Till then, they were trying to use the rest time to be with him as much as possible.

After breakfast, he spent an hour preparing for tomorrow’s episode and for the September movie, and then they took Delilah for a picnic, then to the amusement park.

After going home, in the evening, Tom and Katie came over with the little Suri. The two little girls went into the children’s room to play, and their parents were talking about Laurence’s new movie in the living room. Laurence and Gina decided to go to the filming locations all the three of them with Delilah when they happen to be weren’t going to be in Los Angeles, and they would also take Montana along if she would want to go. But Gina thought that then she surely would want to take Jerome along, too, and she would insist that they should pay for his journey and accommodation too, if he couldn’t. The man was planning to take the girl along then if she would ask for it by herself, anyway, she was hardly spending her time with them, and he didn’t think it probable that she would want to come, anyway, she had been all over the world with them; and his wife wanted to tell her that she could come with them but she had to ask her father about if his boyfriend could come, too.

              Next day, in the morning, Laurence set off for the set. He was also going there with his motorcycle which he named Miss Daisy; during it, he was listening to music. He always listens to music while travelling.

He saw it during a filming break that Langston called him already in the morning, he just couldn’t hear it.

- Hi! What’s so urgent that you wanted to tell it to me already in the morning on a weekday? – his father asked wonderingly after calling him back.

- Hello… I didn’t want you to get to know it from somebody else, that was why I called you so early – the boy began tensely – Or do you already know what Montana did?

- What did that girl do again? – the man sat down, terrified – Accordingly already everybody knows it since you know it, too, and I could have gotten to know it from somebody else?! – he continued furiously.

- Yeah, I read it on the internet – his son continued tensely – So you know that she’s always wanted to be an actress. Well, now she tried it in the adult field – he finished furiously.

- You mean she published a porn movie?! – Laurence stood up furiously – And has it been seen already?! – he also continued furiously.

- I don’t know.

The director spoke that the break was over and the filming would continue, so they said goodbye to each other, and when Laurence’s scenes weren’t been shot happen to be then, he wrote to so many of his friends how much time there was for it, so they would try to buy the movie before it would be released. He also wrote that he would pay its cost after that. He was quite capable of doing anything so his daughter wouldn’t compromise him this much. When Langston called him, he thought she committed a crime again what at least hadn’t come out before the public, on the other hand, it was much more difficult to keep this immoral act private – And it also came out for him that she wasn’t only violent but she became a shameless bitch, which, before his prostitution-case, hadn’t even come into his head that she could be like this too – he thought – She well concealed it. She surely knew that he would have tried to stop her. If she would have shown any sign of becoming a bitch, he would have educated her that way that he would have stopped her in it. And now surely everybody believed he raised her to be like this – he raged inside – He gave her everything, he raised her in huge wealth and glisten, and then she this way rewarded it! Now it also came out that she was this ungrateful! She misused what she got for free: she used his fame, to be able to be famous effortlessly! Of course, she was too lazy to study to be an actress or to study anywhere after high-school! He had a violent, shameless, ungrateful, lazy daughter – he thought sadly.

During every filming break, he was only pressing his phone, writing to his friends to ask for help, and wasn’t even talking to any of his fellow actors. Some of them didn’t know what happened to him, and the others whispered to them what they heard or read, and that maybe that was his problem. Laurence felt like he wouldn’t even have had the nerve to talk to them since they already surely knew what his daughter did who he raised.

On the way home, he was considering what to do to Montana, what to say to Gina, he was considering whether he should call Hajna and if he would ever make peace with his daughter. He felt like he would never be able to forgive her.

As soon as he had arrived home, he called Hajna who started a quarrel with him that she thought he didn’t have the right to interfere with his adult daughter’s life, and he couldn’t punish him because she wasn’t a child anymore. She also said that the man cared about himself only, he didn’t care about what his daughter wanted and what she would be happy about, he couldn’t be happy with her when she was happy, he had achieved everything already, and then only cared about himself in the future too, when the girl only might succeed in achieving something now.

Laurence was happy that this woman wasn’t his wife anymore – She didn’t have any morals, had no any pride. Surely she inspired Montana to be like this, too – he thought after dropping the call - After what happened, he could even imagine it about her that she gave her this advice that she should try to be famous with such a method.

He decided to cut every connection with Hajna. They raised their children jointly, he believed they would always be linked by them, but the children had grown up already, and he didn’t have any reason to be friends, and didn’t even feel like being friends with such a woman. He so much used to insist on keeping touch with her when Langston and Montana were children how much now he wanted to keep her away from himself and Delilah, for fear of her spoiling Delilah too.

He realized then that if he would cut every connection with the woman who wasn’t surely so guilty like their daughter, then he even more wanted to keep the girl out of his life, especially since she even lived together with the innocent little girl who could be like her if she would inspire her.

              He told everything to Gina, then told Montana that he compromised him, he wasn’t even going to talk to her until she would change her life, she couldn’t even talk to his family, he told her to leave the house until tomorrow, and not to call him until she would change.

The girl resentfully moved house that day, saying since his father didn't want to talk to her, then she didn't want to keep in touch with him, either, and she would show that she’s already an adult, anyway, and she could live alone too.

Instead of moving to her mother's place, she really rented a flat.

              When Laurence passed before her room where the girl’s furniture was still there but she wasn’t there anymore, pain struck at him when it came into his head that she was never going to come back, and as he knew Montana, probably she would never change so they were never going to keep contact with each other anywhere and in any way. For him, she was like she would have died. As an addition, he lost Dennis also this year, and Michael was diagnosed with throat cancer. He had never had such a bad year. He felt like his loved ones were dropping off like flies.

He spent the rest of the day talking with his father when it came into his head that he could lose him whenever, too. He also told him what happened so he wouldn’t get to know it from the TV or from the newspapers; during it, he had to put it to him as nicely as possible so he wouldn’t have a further stroke. After that, he opened his heart to him because he felt like he couldn’t have gone on anymore if he would have held his thoughts.

              Next day, when his friends reported back to him that they didn’t succeed in buying Montana’s movie because it was released already, shame replaced grief – Everybody would see and some people have even seen his daughter in the nude, having sex with strangers in disgusting ways – he thought. He had never felt such a big shame.

              It has been for a long time already that he's fed up with people recognizing him on the street and going up to him to ask for an autograph or a joint photo with him, he hasn’t even agreed to the latter; and now he was even terrified of being recognized. He didn’t only get tired of it anymore and wasn’t only shy anymore but he was ashamed before people; he went everywhere on-the-fly, wearing a cap and sunglasses, or sent Gina instead of himself whenever he could. He always went to filming by motorcycle because during it, it was reasonable that he wore a helmet.

              Gina told him that Montana told the press how her father reacted to her porn movie and that after what happened, she didn’t want anything from him either since he didn’t accept her the way she was. But she also said she hoped he would be proud of her one day.

Laurence started missing his daughter again, and called her to talk to her one last time, maybe he could have a talk with her so she would change; whereupon the girl came forward with she just took a heap of sedatives because she wanted to commit suicide because he disowned her, then her father heard that she dropped her phone.

The man didn’t know if he should believe her but for safety’s sake, he called the ambulance to her place.

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#5

“Don’t worry, Nance. I got you.”

“It-it’s so f-f-fucking cold,” Nancy, teeth-rattling, goosebumps erupting everywhere, wrapped her legs around Robin’s waist. “I’m n-never trusting you a-ag-again.”

from this fic↓ ♡♡♡

94 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse

different timeline/universe Robin

Somehow Robin woke up next to THE Nancy Wheeler. She knew that she went to bed in her own bed, how did she end up in Wheeler's bedroom? They were strangers, there's no reason for her to be in the same room as Nancy.

Nancy woke up to her girlfriend pulling that face she always did when she's silently panicking. Nancy's eyes slid shut and she muttered, "everything okay, sweetie?" She felt Robin tensed up under her and her breath hitch. She knew the effect she had on Robin and she'd never get tired of it but Robin was reacting weirdly.

"Wh- what is this- what is happening.. Why am I here? Why am I in bed with Nancy, the princess of Hawkins, Wheeler. This has to be a prank, a very sick joke you bullies are pulling ugh-" Robin jumps out of bed, "-unbelievable! Who in the right mind would kidnap me out of my room while I was unconscious!"

"Robin calm down! Lower your volume!"

"Oh I wonder why, I wonder who's behind the door waiting to catch my reaction? Is it Tommy? Hey-"

Nancy cups a hand around Robin's mouth, stopping her mid shout, "shh! You're going to alarm my parents! Please calm down and tell me what are you talking about," Nancy whispered out harshly.

OR

Do Revenge au

Eleanor Levetan woke up in a different bed, not her's or Gabbi's or Drea's. She's sleeping with a girl that.. actually kinda looks like her girlfriend but with curlier hair.

She had no idea what she was wearing but it smelled nice, it smelled like the bedsheets and the girl sleeping next to her. She knew something was wrong, she remembered very clearly falling asleep next to Gabbi. She remembered wearing silk pajamas, not a loose t-shirt and shorts. She never wore rings or dyed her hair back to brunette. She also had no idea who she was sleeping with. She got up as quietly as she could and tried to look for a phone. No phones but she found a phone that she only saw in 80's movies and vintage stores. She didn't know how to use it though. There's only one thing she could do.

"Hey, uhm excuse me?" She lightly nudged the girl.

"What're you doing, Robbie. Everything okay?" She muttered, eyes still shut and her hand reached around, searching for her.

"Uhh I'm not Robbie. You can go back to sleep once I figure out where the hell am I and who the fuck are you."

Nancy was now fully awake to that unusual tone.

106 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#3

Ronancetober Day 16: Trick or Treat?

Post Trick or Treating, changed out of their costumes and their make up removed. They used Robbie's bucket hat to collect the candy.

Oh my god october is over

123 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

#2

Legends of Tomorrow 7x12 moments (mostly favourite lines and scenes hahaha)

evil gideon's "dammit"

(also, couldn't spoons just give gideon sara's powers? Oh well)

PROTECT GWYNNNN

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137 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is literally what happened in that episode (7x09)

Edits: wow that is a lot of notes, thank you so much

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RHOBHs Kyle Richards on Kathy Drama If Apology Was Honest

Kyle Richards is wanting again on the tense encounter she had with Lisa Rinna and her sister, Kathy Hilton, on the most recent episode of The Actual Housewives of Beverly Hills. After watching as Lisa confronted Kathy concerning the horrible issues she uttered not solely about Kyle, however her complete household, who she allegedly threatened to “destroy,” Kyle admitted that she by no means noticed her relationship along with her sibling dealing with such turmoil when she instructed her for the present forward of season 11. “A few of the issues that have been mentioned about me that evening led me to say, ‘I really feel such as you hate me.’ In fact, I do know we all the time say issues after we’re upset within the second however… I don’t know what to say about that,” Kyle shared on the September 28 episode of the RHOBH: After Present. “I by no means imagined being on this state of affairs with my sister Kathy. When she joined the present, I used to be the one saying, ‘My sister Kathy ought to come on the present. She’s humorous. We’ve made up. I feel it could possibly be nice,’” Kyle recalled. In keeping with Kyle, she felt that if her sister have been to affix the RHOBH forged, the 2 of them would have the ability to spend extra time collectively and enhance their bond. However, as viewers have since seen, that’s not how Kathy’s addition performed out. “Now right here I’m in a state of affairs the place my sister’s coming to my home and apologizing to me… It was very uncomfortable,” Kyle admitted. “I’m confused for her. I’m confused for me. And I had this bizarre type of ‘I’m harm, I’m indignant,’ however I additionally felt like, ‘Gosh, I’m kinda feeling dangerous that she’s having to do that.’” Kyle was even questioning if Kathy actually needed to apologize — or if she merely felt obligated. “I used to be pondering, ‘Does she actually wanna be doing this, or does she really feel like she has to do that?’” Kyle admitted. Along with Kathy providing an apology to Kyle on the most recent episode of RHOBH, Kyle mentioned Kathy needed to talk to Lisa. Nevertheless, as the women sat right down to hash issues out, she may inform they have been triggering each other. “I used to be so unbelievably uncomfortable simply seeing my sister and Lisa Rinna,” Kyle famous. “It turns into some extent the place it’s simply too demanding, and I needed to imagine my sister’s apology, and I needed to maneuver ahead, and I used to be additionally petrified of what else I used to be going to listen to.” “I used to be pondering, ‘I virtually don’t suppose I wanna know anymore. I can’t hear,’” she recalled. “I by no means even pushed to ask as a result of I didn’t wanna get my emotions harm. At that time, I used to be very quiet and allow them to have their dialog, and I simply thought, ‘God, that is actually, actually messy now.’” The Actual Housewives of Beverly Hills season 12 airs Wednesdays at 8/7c on Bravo. Originally published at Sacramento News Journal

[a-random-pillow]

Ezra Skywalker is great

Honestly, I love fics where Ezra is a Skywalker cause it's just so fucking funny to me. Imagine Obi-Wan staring down in horror at the THREE skywalkers, he doesn't have enough arms to hold them all! They send little Ezra off to be raised by some of Bail's friends who live on a random nowhere planet, nice. Then years later Bail finds out they got themselves captured by the Empire and no one knows where Ezra is. They managed to lose one Skywalker and it hasn't even been a decade. Also, the Bridgers didn't have the time to tell Ezra that he was adopted, which is gonna be shocking.

(Also the reason Ezra has black hair is because the Shimi genes decided to show up)

So Ezra gets picked up by the ghost crew and Kanan is wondering how the empire didn't find this crazy powerful child. During the Empire Day Episode, Ezra finds a note from his parents explaining that 'Hey kiddo your bio Daddy was Anakin motherfucking Skywalker and if the empire found you then they would become even more powerful, also love you and we will always be your parents' Ezra changes his name to Ezra Skywalker-Bridger. When Ashoka shows up Hera and Kanan pull her aside to tell her about the Skywalker. Ashoka who just realized Anakin=Vader is going into an even bigger panic but she is a grown not-Jedi who can manage her emotions. Ashoka and Ezra talk about Anakin but she can't bring herself to tell Ezra about Vader. Cut to Twilight of Apprentice and Maul is like 'Wait... how the hell did Sidious not try to kidnap/kill you?' and then Ezra is like 'lol he tired' and Maul decides then that Ezra is meant to be **His** Appertince. Ashoka says No, Vader is being clueless.

More Jedi insanity, Ezra is on Tattione and Obi-Wan is unbelievably relieved when it turns out Ezra is alive and on a path to becoming a Jedi. Ezra still does the purgil thing

Years later Luke finds out he is a Triplet, when he asks Yoda about Ezra Yoda just looks very tired before saying

"Lost he is, home he wishes to return but alive he is"

Luke is like 'What does he mean *lost* like sith *lost* or like actually *lost*" So Luke is just not dealing with this well. During the fight, Vader realizes that he had ANOTHER CHILD, that he had fought for years only for the child to Kamikaze to take out Thrawn. Vader just has to contemplate life for a bit. When Vader is about to die Luke is like

"No, you will not die, ***WE HAVE TO GO FIND EZRA***"

Vader realizes he has only made things only a bit right with only one of his kids and survives on sheer force of will alone. Vader starts healing, Ashoka has to pause after meeting Luke and asks

"How many kids did Anakin have?"

And force ghost Obi-Wan just says

"To many, by that I mean three"

The ghost crew meets Anakin is like

"So you are telling me Ezra's father was Darth Vader and now you princess Leia and Luke are all on a quest to find him?... We are going to join you"

Ezra and Thrawn are just eating dinner when a star destroyer jumps to where they are. Ezra just looks at Thrawn, like 'I think your ride is here"  but no when the shuttle comes down it has the ghost crew plus Luke and Leia. Thrawn just turns and smiles

"I think this might be your ride"

Family reunion! That is extremely tense on account of Anakin but they slowly start to build a relationship.